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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stay alert to the melodies surrounding: The banging on the walls, so distant, so loud. the noise resonates hatred and tells of battles once fought, once lost. the scraping of rough feet, on the smooth, dirty tile. the noise resonates sorrow, and tells of times once tried, once failed. The opening and closing of doors. The noise resonates dashed hope, and tells of dreams once dreamed, once ruined. The shaking of the house. those who think they are larger try to knock down the house. All they do is shake it, though do they ever give up? The noise resonates All things, and tells of everything once created, once destroyed. eliminate the senses, as the sound envelops the body that's neglecting the invasion. But the heart was never strong enough to eliminate the rebels, that secede the senses. Each note touches the heart, sending like a storm visions throughout the heart filling each inch with sorrow, deceit, pain, letting the ensemble reverberate through the veins, touching first the hands losing insensitivity as they start to shake. Moving to the feet, falling through the ground as they begin to quake. And forcing through the blockade into the mind shutting down thought no future, only past as these thoughts, with such grace, envelop each neuron, slipping to the mind like a fox visions of tears from past moons. Present tears begin to form stealing security; peace of mind. Don't run, Don't hide, from the teachings of survival in experience past.
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